Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tiana

Tristan stirred. His right eye popped open. "What time is it?" He slurred. I glanced on the clock, that was on the bedside table.

"Nine thirty." I answered.

He propped himself, his hair, tumbled lose from the messy ponytail. "Why are you getting dressed?"

"I have an early appointment." Getting up, from the bed, I moved over to the dresser.

Grabbing my perfume, I sprayed a tad bit on myself. I think I look decent enough. I was dressed in a pair of cotton pants and a turtle neck blouse. His arms, slid around my middle.

Tristan leaned, his chin on my shoulder. "Last night was wonderful."

I flushed. Last night, was pretty intense. I don't even know what had gotten into me. He turned me around in his arms. I nipped my lips, as I stared at him. His morning hood was boring a hole in my stomach. Leaning down, he pressed a smearing kiss on my lips.

I moaned, tipping on my toe, I deepen the kiss. He always tasted like, toothpaste every morning. Makes me wonder what time he gets up to freshen up. Tristan presses me against the dresser. His tongue dipped inside my mouth. I melted, when his tongue rubbed against mine.
 
"Baby, I can't." I groaned, when I felt him ground his hips against my crotch.

"You're seriously going to neglect me at a crucial time like this?" He asked, in mock hurt.

I thumped him against the chest, in a playful manner.

Tristan chuckled. He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. Stepping away, he shuffled towards the bathroom.

I focused all my attention on, combing my hair up into a neat bun. After what feels like, forever I was good to go. Tristan was leaning against the door frame, looking as sexy as ever. His PJ bottom hang low on his broad hips. My mouth watered. I might have had him last night, but honestly my body was craving for more already.

"What time, will you be home?"

Home. I like the sound of that. ".... probably noon."

"Okay. Remember the other day, I told you a couple friends of mine, will be coming to visit?"

I glanced at him sheepishly.
Tristan rubbed his temple. See he was so patient with me. He never raises his voice at me, unless I piss him off. "You forgot didn't you?"

"Of course not!" I lied.

"Uh huh..." he stepped towards me. Grasping my shoulders, he rubbed his thumb back and forth. My legs seemed to weaken, at that simple touch. "..... biscuit you don't need to lie to me. I'm just warning you, that they will be here by the time you get back...."

"No worries. I don't mind."

"Okay, baby." He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Anyways, I have got to go.... I will see you when I get back." I pressed another kiss against his lips regrettable, before stepping away.

Grabbing my handbag from the dresser, I hurried out the room door. With each step down the hallway.

My heart grew heavy. I should have at least been completely honest with him......

I only hope, he won't be mad at me, when he finds out the truth.

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